All language subtitles for NOS4A2 2x08 - Chris McQueen (English)

I can use my bag whenever I want.

Y-You burned yourself with a cigarette?

Our daughter's not magic.

How do you know?

I'll run to the bike shop if we need.
All right, Brat?

Do think of me at Christmastime,

won't you?

Sorry I'm late. Sorry.

Um, I...

Linda sp... I...
No, I spilled coffee on my tie.

Uh...

Linda got it special for today, and...

she got the stain out, too.

I told her it wasn't worth it.

My dad hated ties,
probably make fun of me for wearing it.

But...

Larry McQueen's not here.

So...

I...

Larry McQueen did like whiskey,

Jameson when he could afford it.

Uh... the Stones, poetry.

Actually,
I think the poetry was a secret.

Like, I found, um...

He had all these notebooks
that he copied down

other people's poems into 'em.

And nice handwriting, too.
Very, you know...

Legible.

Uh, they were in this, um, box...

all these notebooks... under his bed.

I found, um, you know,
Auden and Yeats, Thomas.

Now, I don't know if he read 'em

or if he just liked knowing
that they were there.

But I was surprised
that the old man liked poems

because he always gave me so much shit

about wanting to go to music s...

music school.

Sorry.

I didn't really know him... Larry.

Um...

Yeah, he moved to this cabin
near Blanford

when I was in high school.

He said he was trying to be
a better person.

That was a lie. I mean...

He was hiding.

I mean, he pretty much hid
my whole life.

In bars, mostly.

Mm...

You know, even when he was... was home,

he, uh... he was real quiet.

Like he thought
maybe if he didn't say much,

nobody would notice that he was there.

My mom said that
he wasn't always like that,

that before, uh, Vietnam, he was...

funny.

A guy with jokes.

But, um, he came back
on medical discharge

all pissed off about everything
that he'd seen over there,

and more pissed off about
nobody giving a shit over here.

And that was before I was born,
so, you know...

Wonder what it'd be like
to have a funny dad.

Um... Okay.

Um...

The first death I remember
was my hamster, Fluff.

Uh, I let her out of her cage one day,

and she escaped
into the Ronco's backyard

and Dickie Ronco shoved
this firecracker down her throat

and blew her up.

I was 9.

My best friend, uh,
was a s-skinny kid called Bridges.

Derrick Bridges.

Uh, sick bass player.

M-Maybe some of you guys
remember that me and him,

we had a band called Left Turn.

Yeah!

Uh, we used to play out a little bit,

mostly at the Cove.

We toured a little bit.

Uh...

Yeah, he was, like,
the funniest person that I ever knew.

And... wild, you know?

And we had a lot of fun

just playing music and touring and...

Then the summer before graduation,

his grandma found him in the basement.

He'd OD'd.

There's a lot of good folks
in this town.

Um, everybody was s-so nice
at his funeral.

I mean, I couldn't think,
and I couldn't talk.

All I could do was, like,

just hug people, you know? Uh...

And I always swore
that I'd never be like my dad.

But then, after, uh, Bridges died,

I enrolled in the Marine Corps because,

I-I don't know, like, I didn't...

I didn't know what else to do.
I didn't...

You know, I just like...
I had no money, I... no band.

You know, when I got back from the Gulf,
I finally realized

why h-h-h-h-he...

he was so pissed off
all the time, Larry,

and why he drank and why he hid...

because he knew there was no reason

for him to have been born,

and that nobody was gonna give a shit
when he died.

And that made him feel helpless,
you know?

And there's no worse feeling.

So, yeah, Larry McQueen.

Lived for nothing,

died for nothing, saw a lot of death,

and, I don't know,
had me somewhere along the way.

So...

Chris.

Honey, are you okay?

It's okay.

Leave me alone!

- Dad, wait!
- Vicki, just let him go.

Let him go.

Damn it.

Okay, hold on.

I replaced the, uh...

These things always have
electrical problems.

Okay.

Alright, try it again.

Okay!

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Dad, thank you.

You know, for the bike
and the ANFO and your...

Thanks.

You ready?

Yeah, I'll meet you out there.

Ugh!

Mm.

I'm going to get our boy.

Yeah. Okay.

- No...
- I'm coming with you.

No, you're exhausted.

You fixed the Triumph.
You've done enough for now.

Just stay here.

Look after your heart, okay?

Okay.

I love you.

I love you, too.

Oh, God.

I-I don't know about this...

taking explosives
over a magical bridge in the rain.

You are my only child, Vicki. My baby.

Yeah, Ma, and Wayne's mine and the...
the cops haven't found him.

Time's running out.
This is the only way, alright?

What about your spleen?
You just got out of the hospital.

I'm fine, Ma.

Made of steel. I promise.

- Alright?
- Mm.

Just be careful.

Ready?

Let's see this Bridge.

Holy hell.

It's Wayne's.

Where's Wayne?

Where is he?!

You just missed him.

I-I tried to stop them.

I swear.

You gotta help me.

Help you? Who's gonna help her?!

Who's gonna help that little boy,
you sick son of a bitch, huh?!

Where is he?!

Where is he?!

- Dad.
- Where is he?!

Dad, stop.

- Please stop.
- Stop!

- Stop! Dad, stop!
- Where is he?!

- Where is he?!
- He can't help us if he's dead!

Bing!

Bing, come on. Wake up.

Wake up! Wake up!

Wake up!

Sorry.

Brat, I'm sorry.

Tabitha. We have Bing.

Tabitha.

- Hey.
- Hey.

I got your message.

Bing woke up this morning.
He's out of surgery.

- Did he give any information on Wayne?
- Mnh-mnh.

No one at the hospital
could get anything out of him.

Apparently,
he just kept asking if they knew you.

It's been almost 24 hours.

Yeah, l-look,
the FBI's doing everything they can.

They'll make him talk. I promise.

Where is he now?

That's why I called.
They just transferred him.

He's here.

Turn.

Turn.

Thumb.

Forefinger.

Arms up.

Remove your shirt.

Drop your pants.

Take a seat.

I want a crack at him.

I know Bing.

Give me 10 minutes. I can make him talk.

Do you know who I am?

Yeah.

You're the FBI lady
who surprised me at the church.

We also spoke years ago.

About Sharon Smith.

My name's Agent Hutter.

And you know Vic McQueen.

I-I really need to talk to Vic McQueen.

I know about your time in juvie.

From what I hear,
Victorville was pretty rough

back in the day.

Guarantee Framingham's worse.

If you want any chance at leniency,

you need to tell me
where to find Wayne McQueen.

You know, Bing, I, uh...
I recently screwed up at my job.

My bosses are really mad at me.

In fact, they're, uh...

They're watching me right now.

Have you ever had a boss
that was mad at you?

Mr. Manx is always mad.

I bet he didn't appreciate you.

I wish I never met him.

I wouldn't be sitting here.

Vic McQueen would still be my friend.

You know, Bing,
you and I could help each other.

In order to get back
in my bosses' good graces,

I need information.

If you can give me that information,

I could ask Vic to come in here
and talk to you.

And you... y-you'd tell her how...

h-how honest and helpful I was?

First, Mr. Partridge,

you have to be helpful and honest.

You need to ice that hand.

I'm okay, Lin.

I could use a drink.

I know.

I know.

- Tabs.
- Hi.

Uh, so, Bing confessed
to several crimes,

including kidnapping Wayne.

Unfortunately, he refuses
to give up any more information

as to Wayne's whereabouts
until he talks to Vic.

- Alone.
- That's a bad idea.

If I'd have been alone with him
in the junkyard,

we wouldn't be here now.
I might even have my kid back.

No, your father's right.
That psycho is dangerous.

Myself and agents Surinam and Daltry

are gonna be watching
from the observation room.

Yeah, from a safe distance.

- Ma, can you just...
- Hey.

It's your decision, baby, okay?

If you think this'll help
get him back, it's up to you.

Let's go.

Hey.

Hey, hey, Vic, d-did...

Did the FBI lady tell you
how helpful I was?

She did.

She also said you'd tell me about Wayne.

Yeah.

Where is he, Bing?

I'm... I'm... I'm s... I'm sorry
for bringing Mr. Manx back to life.

I-I wish I never put the engine
back in the Wraith.

Wayne is your chance to make up for it.

Okay?

I-I tried to save him.

I really... I really did.

Then help me save him now, Bing.

Do you remember when we were friends?

We used to trade comics.

- Mm.
- Yeah.

I miss that.

Do you?

I miss the person I thought you were.

Um, I don't have any friends.

No one to visit me in prison.

I'm all alone.

It's super, super scary.

I'm sorry for all the bad things I did.

I know you won't ever want
to be my friend again.

I just wanted to ask if you could make

just a little space inside
your heart to forgive me.

Bing.

Tell me how to find Wayne.

Yeah. Uh... They...

B-Before they have Christmas every day,

each child must hang
their ornament in a tree.

It's the last stop before Christmasland.

They have to get out
of the car to do it.

I helped. Just like I said I would.

Come on.

A-Are you gonna forgive me?

Oh, thank God. What did he say?

I need your Tiles.

Agent Hutter, come in.

You got a full confession
from Bing Partridge.

More than we expected.

You knew exactly how to work him.

You even managed to prove
your relationship

with Ms. McQueen beneficial to the case.

So, what happens next?

We order a psych eval on Bing.

The man's clearly delusional,

talking about reincarnation
and Christmasland.

And Wayne?

Yeah, I'm curious to hear your theory.

I think he's in that junkyard.

I agree. Killed and buried by Partridge.

Coordinate with the area field office

and start an official search
for the body.

Oh, and, uh, you got your badge back.

Thank you.

We wouldn't be here
if it weren't for my dad.

He cost us time.

Well, parents always let you down.
That's why I don't talk to mine.

Not you and Wayne.

Vic, I'm serious.
We all screw up sometimes.

Mm.

I went to a murderer's
hotel room without a plan.

For me.

I'd shank a thousand assholes
for your mopey ass.

If Wayne's already hung his ornament...

Chill.

We're about to find out.

Tabitha.

Shit.

Sorry.

We just didn't know where else to do it.

I hope it's good news.

Yeah, Wayne hasn't
hung his ornament yet.

There's still time to save him

if we can beat the Wraith
to Sleigh House.

In Colorado?

Don't worry about the FBI interfering.

I'll keep them off your back.

They wouldn't be able to stop him.
I couldn't.

- It's not...
- Manx is all yours.

Thank you.

Sounds like somebody got her job back.

Yeah.

You don't seem very happy about it.

I love you.

More than I've ever loved anyone.

But I wanna live in the real world.

All the time.

Mm.

I mean, what about your grandfather,

the Santero of Mattapan?

What about the cost of ignoring forces

beyond your imagination?

My grandfather vacations in Florida.

Has cookouts with his neighbors.

Has kids.

It's alright.

You'd never be happy
living that kind of life.

I want you to be happy, Maggie.

I think you should go be who you are.

Okay.

I-I can...
I can take you to the airport.

So you can go to Colorado.

- Tabs.
- I...

I mean it, Mags. I want you to be happy.

I-I love you.

Yeah, I know.

Look, I lost control,
and I did a-a very stupid thing.

But you riding off to Colorado alone?

Co... I mean, that is beyond stupid.

Well, Maggie and Lou
are gonna meet me there.

What if something happens to 'em?

Dad, I spent eight years
without you in my life.

- I'll be fine without you.
- Vicki, you don't mean that.

We wasted a day 'cause
of what he did, Ma.

This is my last chance to get Wayne.
I can't have him there.

Half of those bombs have timers.

Do you know how to rig those, Brat?
Do you?

Because I'll tell you
what's gonna happen.

You're gonna...
She's gonna wind up blowing herself up.

Vicki, Vicki, do not let your anger

get in the way of saving Wayne, okay?

Brat, please.

You bring them home.

Look, I'm sorry I-I let you down.

I screwed up.

Come on, Vic.
Is this really what you want?

It's easier to be mad at you.

What happened to Wayne
is not your fault.

You know that, right?
Charlie Manx is not your fault.

Right? You know that?

You know, I was so confused
when my Bridge brought me to you.

I burn down the house,
I abandon my family,

and then that Bridge brings me back

to New England, of all places.

Like, what the hell do I need
to find there?

Truth is, with you,
I was a kid who had...

who had dreams I was gonna be an artist.

I was gonna have a family.

I was gonna be a better parent
than you guys were,

provide a more stable home for my kid
than the one I grew up in.

None of that happened.

Instead, Wayne's just...

Hey.

Look, I wanna forgive you, Dad. I do.

Because if I can't forgive you,

then how can Wayne ever forgive me?

But if I do forgive you,

then I am just letting myself
off the hook

for getting drunk

and for screwing up my family,

for failing to protect my kid.

I don't deserve forgiveness.

Let's... Let's show 'em where to park.

Damn.

Each one of these represents
a kid gone forever.

Okay, so, the Wraith's too big
to get in here.

Wayne's gonna have to leave it
behind to hang his ornament.

It's our last chance to grab him.

Do you guys hear that?

Yeah, it's the wind.

Is anyone out there?

Stay here. I'll be right back.

I like being a dad, Maggie.

I like being Wayne's dad.

You still are.

You still will be.

Okay?

Do you think there's a way
we can get them back?

The other kids.

Hello?

Hello?

Vic McQueen?

Is that you?

Millie?

Where are you?

I'm in Christmasland.

Are you going to kill my father?

He has my son.

If Father dies, all of the kids
in Christmasland die, too.

I don't wanna die.

I wanna know what it feels like
to grow up,

to smell the ocean

and to see the Great Wall of China.

Please, Vic McQueen,
can you help me get out?

I don't know how.

I'll show you a secret.

No one knows about it. Not even Father.

But you have to promise
that you can help get me out.

I promise.

Hurry, Vic McQueen.

Thank you.

Whoa.

You need, like, a Band-Aid

or some hydrogen peroxide or something?

Like, your arm looks really gnarly.

I'll fix it later.

What's it mean?

The art is in figuring it out.

Hey! Manx is on his way.

- We need to hide.
- Okay.

Hey, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Wayne will never see
the inside of Christmasland.

I'll grab him. You take care of Manx.

Alright?

Forgive yourself, Brat.

You don't let yourself off the hook...

You're gonna just hang there
for the rest of your life.

Well...

No dilly-dallying.

Last stop before Christmasland.

It's time for you

to hang your ornament.

Pick any branch.

Just make sure it's a special branch.

Wayne!

Choose quickly!

It's time to get back in the car.

Wayne?

Victoria.

Wayne?

Gunning for mother of the year?

Wayne!

Wayne?

Wayne?

Dad?

Wayne! Wayne!

Ohh!

Wayne!

Say good night, Vic McQueen.

Ready...

Set...

Damn it!

Come on, Dad. Come on.

Please, Dad. Please.

Come on. Come on.

Come on! Come on!

No! Please!

Dad! Dad!

Hey! Mr. Manx, wait for me!

Wayne! Bats!

Perfect timing, Wayne.

Stop!

Bats!

Bats! No! Don't!

Come on!

Chris McQueen, hmm?

A failure of a man,
just like your father.

Drunk, angry, and disappointing.

Dad!

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